Ever since his father had called the pack together a couple days ago to speak of the conflict with Aniwaya and Crimson Dreams, Liam had made himself out to be quite the little warrior within the pack. Or so he wanted to believe, anyway. The large wolf was in his seldom seen Secui form, brute force evident in all of his toned muscles. His eyes darted back and forth as he stealthily lay in wait for the Aniwaya pack members to cross the boundaries of the Miracles' Kingdom.
His heart was beating fast, his claws digging into the cool autumn earth as the seconds ticked by. Slowly. Steadily. He was quiet and patient, his entire pack relying on him to do well. He was doing this for his parents, the King and the woman that had given birth to him a little under a year ago. He was doing this for his little siblings – still too young to know what was going on; way too young to protect themselves against the incoming threat. So many were relying on him and he wasn't going to let them down. This was his first time really doing something to prove himself to his pack. It was his first time fighting for those he cared for and loved. He wouldn't make them regret giving him the chance to do this.
Then he saw them. It took just that one glance for him to crouch down into a defensive stance, his massive body quivering with anticipation as he prepared to pounce. Just a couple more feet and they would be close enough... His bi-colored eyes locked on one of the Aniwayans; his target. His body tensed as he prepared to pounce – five, four... three...
His mind went to his father and mother before going to his three little siblings. To 'Mara and Kable... to his Uncle Zafier and his brother-in-law Niro. He thought of the adventurous Robin Aatte he had grown fond of over the last couple months. About the tiny Eli Rosen...
Two... and one.
Liam pounced, his sharp claws slashing at the Aniwayan's underbelly in an attempt to hinder him. For a brief second his green and blue eyes caught the young Ayasha's. The Arctic beauty that had betrayed her pack. All of a sudden he hoped she hadn't just gotten him in a trap – that this hadn't all been a ploy. The idea of fighting for the Miracles' pack had been present in his mind – the pride, the satisfaction. He had forgotten to think of the 'what ifs'.
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